When I was young, I looked forward to the weekends. Every weekend, I would see families, whole and complete families, going out for either a meal or for a family outing. Be it a simple breakfast at MacDonald or kite flying at Marina South, the family still went out together. I often sat in my living room, anticipating for that moment to come. Yet, that moment never once materialised.
When I was young, I loved throwing objects at people who anger me. I often allowed my anger to take control of my actions. I did not really like myself, honestly speaking.
My childhood has been riddled with events that I now cannot remember, do not wish to remember or try not to remember but is still coming back to me.
The process of life is one that has its many ups and downs. It is how you want to look at it and then move on.
---till later---
